The night are getting longer and longer, your taking up more and more of my mind and yet your gone and won’t be back. I’d always let you home but home is slipping away and so am I. Sweet dreams, goodbye J

You used to push around an icecream cart at the Montpelier farmers market, worked at the co-op on the side. I worked for a grumpy old guy named Alan. I meant to get a drink with you but i left for a year instead. I'm coming back in April, ice cream man. Is it too late for a rink?

I’m a fan of your work and always wanted to meet you, just as a person to a person, not a random guy in the check out. Please forgive me; you deserve privacy. I just think you’re unmistakably beautiful. My heart was racing and I wasn’t thinking clearly.

You were on the Vermont Transit Line Bus en route to Burlington, chanting about the "GoVerment" Life you were planning out.You were wearing a costume that I assume you concocted all on your own, but I can tell that you had help from your friend in Frisco, and your glasses barely fit over the hood.We all saw the letters you left behind on your tour after Chicago.You looked sexy with your shirt off over dinner in Russia, but those little buttons you had on were so scary.Peppermint and Phomphit was your favorite Ben&Jerry's flavor.Is this love I am feeling ?